i haven't stopped doing this.

i do tattoos still.
i don't know if you knew that.
sometimes,
folks think i've become a pastry chef.
...i haven't.
i do bake things,
and i do make things,
and i do break things,
and in-between,
i put in a little time at the tattzap studio.
i made this the other day:

a bobotronic clockwork bubo,
in hard-lined everything, everywhere.
uh-huh.
sometimes,
that's what happens.
other times?
it's a big ol' honkin' faceful of weiner.
what?
oh, yes, friends.
after an extended absence,
he's back.
yup.
The Wiener Guy was sitting pretty, and pantsless,
in the studio for a throwback berfday treat.
hmm?
did you read that correctly?
yes, you did.
The Wiener Guy's name is one hundred percent accurate,
and that's the number one ingredient in proper nomenclature-
therefore,
one heavily ornamented and adorned penis was certainly ON the menu.
my favorite part?
when he used the restroom,
after walking au naturel through the rest of the studio.
full marks, and ten points awarded to slytherin for THAT, y'all.
word up.
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i have a life that isn't very ordinary, for all the good that does me.
i also have a hard time being fazed by being phased-out-
of my overall relevance to the overall big picture.
hell,
i might as well be wearing overalls,
for all the difference that'd make.
i'm just some guy,
writing a story in real time interpretive dance steps.
a berserker ballet, spinning a monstrous mallet of malaise,
and munching up on muffins in between melees.
it's ALL really happening,
highs, mediums and mediocrities,
lows, lower stills, lowests, and nadirs of photonegative nothing-matterhorns.
and occasionally,
a hand full of human penis for good measure.
i haven't stopped doing this,
and that hasn't stopped me yet;
never quiet, never soft.....